I randomly started wondering about how the enemies in The Legend of Zelda thought. This was the result. My first story, hope you like it. Please Rate and Review. (Based on The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker)
I sliced another piece of fish from the body with my knife. Supplies were limited out on the open seas of Hyrule leaving me with only my knife and the ropes holding my sail to catch a meal. I tore into the fish with my fangs but grimaced at the taste of the raw meat. Building a cooking fire on my small wooden raft would leave me with nothing to sit on. Mealtimes made me wish that Lord Ganondorf would allow us to leave our posts every once in a while. Mind you, townsfolk weren't what you would call hospitable to my kind. Blue skin, a face only slightly more human than a Moblin's, and a knife did not help endear me to humans.
When I had gnawed the last pieces of flesh from bone, I tossed the remnants of my evening meal into the ocean and removed my treasure from my neck. Joy Pendants were a sacred item to my kind. All Bokoblin's were gifted them as infants. Lord Ganondorf's other minions mocked us for carrying the butterfly-shaped charms. I grunted to myself. They were awarded their Skull Necklaces and Knight's Crests. Such items meant little to me. My Joy Pendant was my most prized possession of what little I had.
A flash of silver flicked in front of my face and my treasure was suddenly gone from my hand. I looked up to see a small red boat with a green sail already speeding into the distance. A small green-clothed human stood in the boat. A silver hook on the end of a rope hung from one hand. My Joy Pendant was in the other.